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BOMB THE BASS |
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Bomb The Bass - Bug powder dust |
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 GET Bomb The Bass - Bug powder dust ringtones  I always hit the tape with the rough road styles You heard the psychdelic and ya came from miles Keep my rhymes thick like a Guinness brew So you could call me black and tan when I'm a wreckin' a crew I'm like Bill Lee writing when he's in Tangiers And now I'm on a soul safari with my Beatnik peers Analog reel and a little distortion Smokin' on somethin' s'you could say I'm scorchin' I never been the type to brag but beware I'll make a man burn his draft card like it was hair Send ya up the river like you lookin' for Kurtz I got the mugwhump jism up in every verse I always hit the apple when I'm going to shoot So you can call me William Tell or Agent Cooper to boot Mr. Mojo Risin' on the case again So tell your mother and your sister and your sister's friends Like an exterminator running low on dust I'm bug powder itchin' and I can't be trust Interzone trippin' and I'm off to Annexia I gotta get a typewriter that's sexier My name is Justin and that's all that's it And I'll be spittin' rhymes wicked like it ain't for this shit Houses of the Holy like Jimmy Page But the song remains the same so I'm stuck in a rage Just like Jane when she's going to Spain I think I'm going away tomorrow, just a fool in the rain Light up the candles and bless the room I'm paranoid, snow blind, just a black meat fool (Refrain 2x) Bug powder dust an' mugwhump jism And the wild boys runnin' Interzone trippin' Letter to control about the Big Brother (Led into control?) (Learning to control?) (Lenin to control?) Try like hard to not blow my cover Never been a fake and I'm never phony I got more flavour than a packet of macaroni Rock drippin' from my every vowel I've got the soul of the sixties like Ginsberg's Howl Shootin' mad ball and I'm always jukin' Take you to the hole and I'm surely hoopin' Top of the pops like the Lulu's show I'll take a walk on Abbey Road with my shoes of soul I got a splinter though, damn, you know man it hurt I got a Vegemite sandwich from Men at Work I keep minds in line, but time sublimes, So when you search you find something like a gold mine A psychadelic meanderings in the poem I got a patter, patter anyplace that I roam Waiting for the sun on a Spanish caravan Solar eclipse and I'm feeling like starin' man (Refrain 2x) Who's that man in the windowpane Got somethin' on his tongue and it's startin' to stain Sho' nuff equip so wop n'get down Step up on my ladder and you'll get beat down Hash bar style so I'm singin' day glow Wakin' up the dead like Serpent and the Rainbow Jeff Spicoli roll me another hay The Fish that Saved Pittsburgh with Dr. J Shockin' your ass like a faulty vibrator Hear me now, but you'll probably get the vibe later Who knows where the wicked wind blows Que sera sera just leave it alone Great space coaster toast up the town ????? Makin' midgets with my man Dr. Shrinker Pass the hookah, throw down the pillows Cloth on the ceiling, blow rings that billow Kick off the shoes and relax your feet Now roll up your sleeves for this lyrical treat (Refrain 2x |
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